today, my friend ashley and i went to the busan museum of modern art, where this austin powers buddha
was gazing into this psychedelic infinite while listening to a clubby version of the soundtrack from the hours.
When I was younger I spent several summers with my parents travelling around Europe. As we drove from country to country in our bright orange Volkswagen camper van I was introduced to what we called the ‘continental’ toilet. This referred to an uninviting hole in the ground that was found at a few of the campsites at which we stayed. A couple of times I tried to make use of one of these utilities. I remember my despair at struggling to balance, hanging over the opening as I aligned my bottom with the target area.
Today was the fantastical Halloween Party at my school.
Actually, I found that it was EVEN MORE stressful than our open house yesterday. I finally had time to start making some games for the kids for the party. Each teacher was in charge of some game or other. I was assigned two different games, to appeal to two different age groups (kindergarten and elementary). I was given a BUNCH of freedom for this project.
The yellow lines on the ground are lined or have bumps to tell you where you are in the subway station. I think they’re for the blind. When I’m sleepy, I close my eyes and walk on the yellow part for a mini nap. What could possibly go wrong?
It was like a building that held The Blues, the synchronized groaning of agonized souls, set to a cadence beat out on the hollow desk-tops of inner-city schools across the country: Palm-palm-pencil! Palm-palm-pencil! “Boom-boom-clack! Boom-boom-clack!”
Author's note: A early version of this article appears in the October 2010 issue of the Groove Magazine. This version should be considered more complete and up-to-date due to the early print deadline.
In terms of plant survival, getting back to my original point – it begs the question…Like any species of living thing, plants seek to survive and have its progeny survive.
Success is relative. The more relatives you have, the more successful you are.
In the 1930’s, after parts of former Mexico like Arizona and California and New Mexico had been annexed by the US, many Mexicans found themselves living in the newly created American West, the same land Mexicans had lived for generations, but now under new ownership – the result of new borders and quasi-military invasions. Many of these ‘locals’ grew and smoked marijuana for medicinal as well as for recreational purposes.
Election Day being Monday, and today being the 4 year anniversary of my fathers' leaving this earth, I'll be presenting my essay, Can of Bliss from Culturebook Book Two in 3 parts. Part one.
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